His Compassions Fail Not
"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness." Lam. 3:22-23
Compassions fail me not,
Cascading round my doorstep daily
Sure mercies meet and greet me
In the going and coming of my life.
I recognize them not in the busyness of my day.
They are there just the same.
Life speaks;
Its voice hurtful and pained,
Wounding deep places inside of me
Lowering my resistance, I find there’s nowhere else to turn.
From this darkened place Father calls, Father waits,
I hear Him not in the sorrows;
He is there just the same.
I know not how long I am there;
A moment, a lifetime.
My heart’s despair cries out, “It hurts.”
That is all that Healer needs to hear.
Heavens rend for Father’s hand to come down for me;
For me! He has come
for me.
His hand of light cups my chin as He whispers,
“I am the lifter of your head.”
Defenses dropped, I let Love in.
Comfort comes to envelope me,
Safety comes to rescue me.
My head now lifted into the brightness of His rising.
My eyes meet His;
My gaze expressing thankfulness;
His expressing the same.
The Spirit and the Word enter in
And I am changed.
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